Lets see if
I can remember how to do this. Haven’t
written in a while so this is going to be streaming consciousness , off the cuff
stuff. Last night was New Year’s Eve and it was a shitshow. It started off
pretty badly on a personal level, but since that was resolved in ninety minutes
of conversation with a coffee, I am not going to go into details here. And the
following two hours were also pleasant. They were spent with a couple of old friends,
a few new friends , drinking dancing and relaxing.
No.
I want to
talk about the next couple of hours.
The Daegu
Party hours. The time period of 3 to 5 is where the party animals come out to
play. I don’t just mean the usual suspects of people who you first think of
being at the centre of a good time. I
mean the Inner Party Animal. The Beast that Lurks in your darkest shadow. If
they are out at that time, on any night, people have a tendency to just lose
their shit. Otherwise respectable people become hard core and , ultimately,
ridiculous.
Rejoining
my friends at a cellar bar, the location was irrelevant. People were drinking.
People were dancing. People were kissing. People were crying. Men were taking
off their shirts and jumping around together in loose , messy circles. Men were
holding other men back from hitting other men. Men were sat down, staring at
other people having a good time. Some men were staring at women, some men were
holding women, some men were laughing at women.
Jesus. Was
I ever this awful? I am not even talking about the misogyny, although, fuck, I
cannot believe that behaviour is still condoned in 2015. I am talking about the
lack of fun. It just didn’t seem fun. It seemed intense, focused on proving to
peer groups that this was a valid lifestyle choice, that this was the best way
to go through a night. It seemed a little desperate. It seemed a little scary.
I left the
party. I threw up a little in the street. I am not perfect. But I found a
little corner that was not a shop front and upchucked because I had to. I
walked the streets of Thursday and Kebab for a few moments. Snapshots of
activity. Six people walking abreast, arms linked, forcing people to either
side of them as they sang a song and kicked trash along the street. People
running after other people, grotesque angry faces and fists raised. A woman
walking alone arms folded and shivering, tears streaking her make up. A man
making ‘Fight me’ eyes at me as he rolled past. Another man telling me the
rumours were not true, he did not want to fight me.
Fight. Fight.
Fight. Everything seemed so violent. I have never felt scared walking down
Daegu at night. I have run away from people who wanted to hit me and I have sat
down away from people who have punched me. However, those were specific things
that led to a specific reaction. That was all personal. Last night seemed to
have an edge of Impersonal Violence. I felt uncomfortable. I felt in danger.
Listen, I
am sure some of this is due to the alcohol. Some of this is due to the cold.
Some of this is due to the fact that I am getting older. Some of this is
definitely due to the fact I now go out and do not know even a quarter of the
people downtown. I understand that. Strangers are treated strangely, are
regarded with strange eyes.
I
understand all that and I still think something is amiss. In fact, I think we
are so far from where we should be, we should ask for direction.
A police
presence would not go astray. Responsible Barmen would not be a bad idea. Remembering
the Line, ‘Nothing good happens after 2AM’.
Or I can
just accept the fact my Inner Party Animal has Officially Retired. It has moved
to Party Animal Homes, where it now looks forward to riding the Gym Bike,
playing board games and hosting dinner parties. Where the prospect of sharing a
wine bottle appeals more than downing a pitcher of beer. Where snuggling one
person at 7PM at home sounds infinitely more appealing than hanging with my
boys in a club, repping my crew. Jesus, that sounds hackneyed and childish.
Okay, Where
are my pipe and slippers?
